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"No alcohol," he barked. "No caffeine. Avoid recreational drugs. Give up smoking. Exercise for at least thirty minutes a day. Eat a healthy, balanced diet full of fresh fruits and vegetables. Sleep for at least eight hours a night, join a support group, keep a mood journal, keep in touch, employ a routine..."

Basically, everything apart from breathing was out. If I wanted to be well, I'd have to live a life of simple monastic purity. On lithium.

His message was quite clear. Although I probably needed the medication and the therapies, they were, essentially, stabilizers. I couldn鈥檛 rely solely on them to make me better. I鈥檓 the one living with bipolar disorder, so it was up to me to be proactive in my recovery. Bitter was my disappointment. I am not a patient person.

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So, I took his words on board and then spent the next three or so years periodically ignoring them. Now I鈥檓 finding things that work for me, but it hasn鈥檛 been easy. The tips I鈥檝e been given on managing my illness have ranged from common sense to the downright bizarre.

Take maintaining a healthy diet and exercising, for instance. This guidance applies to everybody everywhere. It is touted from the television daily. And yes, exercise is beneficial for people suffering from depression. However, when I am seriously depressed, I can鈥檛 summon the energy to cry, let alone to go for a jog. A lack of energy is a symptom of depression, and it鈥檚 a terribly hard one to battle unless you have a cattle prod handy.

Likewise, I could get my five a day and more and I鈥檇 still be bouncing off the walls babbling about whatever topic has caught my attention within that five seconds. Probably more so, owing to the sugar rush.

But there is the sound advice, too. The doctor was essentially right. Apart from some, 鈥淚nto the Thames with you!鈥� hissy fits, I do take my medication. And because I take my medication, I sleep roughly the same amount each night. As a result, my moods are more even. When I sleep a lot less, or a lot more, it鈥檚 usually an indication that something might be wrong, either in terms of my mood or my medication. Managing my sleep has arguably been the most important thing that I鈥檝e learned to do.

I keep a blog. I started it in 2007, shortly after my diagnosis. I scoffed at the idea initially but it has been absolutely invaluable in helping me keep track of my moods. I know personally that without some sort of record, I鈥檇 forget, minimise, lose insight into or otherwise ignore a lot of my symptoms. Over time, reading it back, I began to recognise patterns and warning signs. It enables me to take action before things worsen. And it also serves as a record of my progress, a progress that can often feel scant.

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I write publicly, because, although I wanted support, I didn鈥檛 feel up to attending a support group. The support, and insight, that I鈥檝e received from my blog readers - many of who experience mental health problems - has been massively helpful. I was quite afraid of reaching out, but I鈥檓 glad I did. And in opening up somewhere, it鈥檚 helped me to be a bit more vocal with those close to me. It also gives me a place to vent, which saves on furniture.

Alas, I don鈥檛 drink anymore. As much as I found it hard to admit, it did have a horrible impact on my mood. It fuelled raging manias and darkened depressions. I do partake of a snifter on special occasions but I generally avoid it. When I find I can鈥檛 avoid it, then it鈥檚 a red flag to me.

I have a routine, as much as somebody like me can do. No matter how I feel, I get out of bed everyday. I force myself to do something daily, no matter how small. Even if it鈥檚 simply going to the shop to replace the greening milk. I would feel useless otherwise.

These are my basic ways of managing my illness, and they help me with the bigger things such as the fruit-eating and the taking-a-walking. And my walks are sometimes baby-steps. I still experience the symptoms of bipolar disorder and I am not super-capable all or even most of the time. I cut myself a bit of slack when I need to. But I feel a lot more in control now than I did after my diagnosis.